Sunday is basically a quiet and relaxing stay-at-home kind of time. JoAnna and I finish up the yardwork. I draw the line at digging up and turning over the garden area with a mattock. Maybe we can rent a rototiller after all the leaves have fallen, I suggest. After lunch, Andy and I ride our bikes to Marshall Park. (Eddie comes along, too.) This is quite an undertaking for a 4 year old, and although he complains a little bit on the way home, he holds up very well. As a result of our hour and a half of outdoor activity, both boys take long naps and I even doze off for a little bit during the late afternoon.
JoAnna fixes a fantastic supper: roast chicken, dressing, mashed potatoes. After kitchen cleanup, I catch glimpses of Game 2 of the World Series while continuing to force myself to get into what I'm beginning to consider a much overpraised new novel by Pete Dexter, "Brotherly Love".
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